The ending of the film is that it was all the architect's nightmare. British film critic Denise Powell spoke highly of the film, pointing out that "a lot of the material in the film was written specifically for the film. It has a picture treatment that is rare in Britain and any other country"; "the whole film ends in one In a sense of insecurity that beautifully reflects the real horrors of the supernatural. There is no full explanation here, only a sense of irrational and undeserved horror of mystery."
Dead of Night evaluation action
2022-06-27 11:08
Extended Reading
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Dr. van Straaten: Mr. Craig, can you describe what happens in your dream?
Walter Craig: Well, not in detail. But it always starts exactly the same as when I arrived, just now. I turn off the main road into the lane. At the bend in the lane, the house comes into view, and I stop as I recognize it. Then I drive on again. And Foley meets me at the front door. I recognize him, too. And then, while I'm taking off my coat, I have the most extraordinary feeling. I nearly turn and run for it, because I know I'm going to come face-to-face with the six...
Sally O'Hara: Well, you've only come face-to-face with five of us so far, not counting Eliot.
Walter Craig: That's right, five of you. There is a sixth person who comes in later.
Dr. van Straaten: Can you describe this late arrival?
Walter Craig: It's an attractive girl with dark hair.
Dr. van Straaten: [laughing] Is that all you can tell us about her?
Walter Craig: She comes in quite unexpectedly and says something about not having any money.
Eliot Foley: A penniless brunette, eh?
Sally O'Hara: How romantic! Do you fall madly in love with her, Mr. Craig?
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Hugh Grainger: Let's get this straight, Doctor. You won't for a moment admit the possibility of foreseeing the future?
Dr. van Straaten: Not for a moment.
Hugh Grainger: Well, you'd say I'm a pretty ordinary, down-to-the-earth sort of person, wouldn't you?
Dr. van Straaten: I refuse to commit myself. Why?
Hugh Grainger: Well, when it comes to foreseeing the future, something once happened to me that knocks your theories into a cocked hat. Something I'll not forget to my dying day. As a matter of fact, it very nearly was my dying day.